Sleep Poem by Richard Hughes

Now the night does come to us
The darkness pristine, sanguine, pure
So hush now child and make no fuss
For all your woes, sleep is the cure

In darkness, demons come to play
Regrets can haunt a restless mind
But sleep to wash the pain away
And fast, your shackles, will unbind

Just know your nightmares are but dreams
Those horrors won't survive the night
The darkness cracks and bears its seams
And shatters in the morning light

Just know that you are not alone
Despite your slumber, 'neath the stone